They are not just poems and words.
It’s more than just a useless hobby that wastes time.
Please get this in your head.
They are not the reason for my failure.
They are my quests to find pleasure.
These words are the tears that never flowed.
They are the emotions I never showed.
They are the nightmares that never stop.
They are the words I am apart of.
They are the struggles I am going through.
They are my destiny’s battleground.
They are the memories I want to destroy.
They are the stories I made,
They are the hope that never fades,
They are the secrets I never shared,
They are the laughter lost in fights,
They are the impacts of betrayal,
They are friends with different names.
They are the only doctors that keep me sane.

These poems are not just “useless” words,
It’s my life,
Written in ways,
Only few can understand.